Sienna's POV

Vivienne's glare is more than angry—it carries something unnerving, something primal that sends warning alarms blaring through my mind. Her presence feels dangerous.

I clutch Lyra closer to me, though she wriggles eagerly, beaming with a joy only children possess. Her small hands stretch toward Briony and Jareth as her ever-fragile voice rings out.

"Grandma! Grandpa! I missed you so much!"

Briony stares at her, tears ...